Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 17:14:48 -0600
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: English Year Chapter 3
**Standard disclaimer applies. This is based on actual events, although
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I knew there was no way I was getting back into the frat
house unseen the next morning. That notion faded as quickly as the sun came
up.
Instead of trying, I put my shoes on as quietly as
possible, and crept out of Peter's room without waking him up.
I could go into vivid detail about what Pete and I did the
night before... the things we discussed, the drinks we had... but it all
seems useless. Suffice it to say, nothing sexual happened. We talked. We
talked about my family. We talked about his family. We talked about
McKenzie Sutton. He asked me about my life on campus and how I'd managed to
become an Old Dominion local celebrity. We talked for so long, I can
honestly say it was better than some of the sex I'd had in life.
The only portion of the conversation worth noting was when he asked me
about my sex life.
"I mean, I do pretty well for myself, I guess," I replied
after he came right out and asked if it was easy for a gay guy to get laid
on campus.
"Slut," he retorted with a smile. I pushed him in the chest
and he sort of rolled over on his bed. I looked at him as he faced the
ceiling.
"I don't know," I said. "I really just make out. I don't
usually do anything more than that unless I really like someone."
"Mmhmm... sure..."
"You just think all gay guys are whores," I said. He turned
his head and smiled at me. It was midway through that conversation that I
had decided to treat Pete as if he was straight, even if he turned out not
to be. I had gone back and forth on it for two days, and I'd come to a
conclusion. There was no use projecting my feelings on to his
actions. Until he came out and told me different, no pun intended, I'd make
a non-issue of his ambiguous sexuality.
"Tell me they aren't."
"I'm not a whore, Mr. Peterson," I said. I would have been
his whore, but he didn't need to know that. He gave me a look, his eyes
twinkling while we talked, and then he changed the subject.
Some time later, I fell asleep on his floor while he fell
asleep on his bed. At some point in the night, he told me to sleep on the
mattress. I don't remember having the conversation with him, but I did end
up sleeping on his bed, facing him, in only my boxers. To the best of my
knowledge, no physical contact was made.
And as charmed as I was by him, I couldn't forget what I'd
seen the night before. Seeing him make out with McKenzie, watching his hand
glide up her side, pull her in by the neck, tousle her hair... the memory
of them rounding first and sliding into second in the corner of River Three
irked me. I didn't want it to. I shouldn't have let it, but it did.
I followed the rising sun through the alley and into the
Chi Beta house. I collapsed onto my bed in my clothes and looked up at my
own ceiling. I thought about how much I had started to like Peter in such a
short amount of time. It was weird. Things like that never happened to
me. The guy I'd probably had the most feelings for in life up to that point
was Mike Loggerman the Cadet and it had taken me months to feel anything
for him. I was usually guarded... safe... aware. But something about Pete
disarmed me. It left me wanting. It left me hopeless.
And it left me utterly and uselessly horny. Sleeping next
to a hot guy two nights in a row without getting to touch him was
torture. I was so hard up those days, I was liable to faint at any moment.
My phone vibrated at eight, and for an exciting second, I
thought it was Pete. I didn't know why he'd be texting me on a Sunday
morning that early, but it could have been him. I hoped for it... I lived
on it.
Instead, it was the frosh I'd helped move in the day
before.
To Corbin: Hey buddy, this is Lee from yesterday. I was
wondering if the offer for Walmart was still good...
I yawned, took a deep breath and responded.
To Lee: Of course it is, buddy. Let me know when you're
ready.
To Corbin: Let me grab a quick shower. Half an hour?
To Lee: Perfect. I'll pick you up in the quad.
I laid my head back down and took a short, twenty minute
nap. I woke up with a start, checked my watch and realized I told Lee I'd
pick him up in ten minutes.
I put my shoes back on, not bothering to change into
anything fresh. I walked to the bathroom and blitzed my teeth, sprayed my
face, and decided that my hair was going to be matted to the side of my
head for the foreseeable future.
I tip toed to Hutch's room, checked the door and pushed it
open slowly. There were two distinct mounds under his covers, and I
remembered him bringing home that Haley girl last night. Trying not to
look, I reached to the side of the wall where I knew he kept his Xterra
keys, pulled them off the hook, and tried to make my escape.
Just as I was exiting, I heard Hutch rustle in his bed
behind me. I stopped in my tracks.
"Corbs?"
"Yeah," I whispered, turning slowly. "I'm borrowing your
car. I asked you yesterday."
Hutch sat up, revealing that, yes, in fact it was Hayley
under the covers, and I could tell that she was in just her bra... at least
up top.
"Okay. What happened to you last night?"
"We'll recap when I get back," I whispered.
Hutch nodded. "Did you get your dick wet?"
"Not yet," I said.
"Hurry the fuck up..." he laid back down, and a second
later, I heard one lone snore. I crawled out of the room, ran downstairs
before I could run into anyone else, and hit Hutch's car. Two and half
minutes later, I pulled up to the quad and waited for Lee.
"Hey man, thanks so much for doing this." He sounded
genuinely thankful as I took Washington Avenue through downtown and onto
the bypass that led to Walmart.
"No worries," I said. "I could tell your mom didn't want to
spend her last afternoon with you waiting in a grocery store line."
"Yeah, she was really glad you volunteered to drive me," he
replied. "She said I should take you to lunch sometime this week to repay
you."
"No repayment necessary," I said. I thought for a second,
and then realized maybe this was my golden rush opportunity. "Actually,
there is a way you can pay me back."
Lee looked over at me from the passenger's side with a
dubious eye.
"It's painless, I promise," I asserted quickly. He smirked.
"I've read about you frat guys."
"Oh please. Animal House doesn't do us justice, trust me."
"That's what I'm afraid of," he laughed. "So what's this
favor?"
"We're having a pre-game tonight. Lots of shots, drinking
games... free rides out to the country. You should come."
"That's it? That's how I pay you back? By coming to a party
you're throwing?"
"Welcome to being a freshman," I smiled. The guys at the
house would be proud of me for turning a move-in into a rush opportunity.
"You probably could have asked for more," he said. It took
me a second and a glance over to decipher what he'd meant, and even then, I
couldn't. It sounded like a come-on to me, but I couldn't be sure, so I let
it go.
"Alright then. You can be my Beirut partner tonight."
"Beirut?"
"Does no one know what Beirut is anymore? Beer pong?"
"Oh, beer pong. Yeah, of course. I'm there."
It was settled. I told him the details of the pre-game and
discussed the perks of being a frosh while we waded through Walmart,
picking up a dozen or so things from a list his mom had left. I answered
all of his questions about the upcoming year. An hour later, I dropped him
off in the quad, leaving him with some sage advice.
"Put your name on your laundry detergent," I said as he got
out of the car. "Trust me."
I watched him get out, walk across the street, turn to me
and wave goodbye. Two minutes later, I pulled into Hutch's parking spot,
and went upstairs to face the firing squad.
"Look who's up, bright and early... and in yesterday's
clothes." Hutch was the first to speak. They were all gathered on the
couches in the Great Hall, greeting me as soon as I entered. I pulled my
sunglasses off my face and perched them on my head, pulling my summer
length hair back.
"You had sex last night," I deflected.
"We've been through that. It's your turn, killer."
"Nothing happened."
"Where were you last night?" Austin asked.
"Nothing happened."
"Why didn't you come home?" Roberto added his own flame to
the fire.
"Nothing happened."
"You know, saying nothing happened isn't going to make us
believe that nothing happened," Brian chimed in.
"Well believe it," I asserted, sitting down on the floor
between Roberto and Austin. "Because nothing happened."
"Okay, so tell us what happened," Austin said, sounding
genuinely interested in hearing how I came to be missing for an entire
night.
"Honest to God, we got home last night, I was really drunk
and kind of upset from seeing Pete make out with that girl," I explained.
"Aye dios mio," Roberto rolled his eyes.
"Do you wanna know?" I snapped.
"Sorry."
"As soon as I hit the hay, Peter texted me... he came up to
my room, we talked, and then I walked him home."
"So why didn't you come home after?" Hutch asked. I shook
my head, embarrassed. It was how it went with us guys. Nothing happened
without the other four hearing about it, and for some reason, it was worse
when nothing had actually happened.
"Because when we got to his place, he asked me to come
in..."
"What did he say?"
"`Do you want to come in and hang out? Adam isn't here.'"
"That is a booty call!" Hutch shouted.
"Fuck yeah," Brian echoed. I smiled, embarrassed at their
reaction, and at the fact that I had thought the same thing... to no avail.
"Sadly, nothing happened. I went in, and we
talked. Literally, we talked. And then I fell asleep."
"What'd y'all talk about?" Hutch asked.
"Everything. Nothing. He asked me about my sex life. I
asked him about kissing McKenzie Slutton. He said it was a short, bad kiss,
and he barely remembered doing it."
"Mmhmm... that's what they all tell their gay boyfriends."
"Fuck you," I retorted. I didn't want my pledge brothers to
know how let down I'd been the night before, so I tried to keep the subject
of McKenzie light. I was all too ready to move on by the time Austin
changed the subject.
"Where'd you sleep? Bed, couch, or floor?" Austin asked.
"He has no couch, and I slept on the floor to start..." I
answered.
"And then..." Roberto pressed on, knowing that what I'd
left out was more important than what I'd included.
"And then I might have moved to the bed."
"He didn't kick you out?"
"No, of course not," I responded, answering their questions
at rapid pace. "Anyway, what were y'all creepers doing looking for me last
night?"
"Nothing," Hutch answered. "I came in to see if you still
needed my car this morning, and your bedroom was empty. So were the halls
and the bathroom. And even for you, day two is a little early to be
blacking out and wandering off."
"Yeah, well," I said. "I wish more had come from that
blackout wander."
I started to stand to go downstairs and make a peanut
butter and jelly when Roberto pushed my shoulder down.
"Nuh, uh. We're not done."
"I'm hungry," I whined.
"More protein for breakfast?" Austin snarked. I shot him a
look.
"That explains last night. We still want to know where you
were this morning..." I looked up at Roberto and then up at Austin, and
finally across at the other two. I felt like a kid being interrogated by
his parents... only he had four instead of two... and they were all men.
"I told Hutch. I went to Walmart with a freshman," I
replied.
I looked around at their inquisitive glares.
"I'm serious."
"We believe that's what you did," Brian said. "But why?"
"Because... I met him during move in and I told his mom I'd
take him to Walmart. It was a good deed."
"What does he look like?" Hutch asked. "Was he cute?"
"This is why people think you're gay," Roberto shouted
across the hall.
"Um, I had sex with a girl last night. What did you do?"
Hutch shot back.
I saw Roberto shoot Hutch a look, and then the heat was
back on me.
"So you slept with your boyfriend last night, and then woke
up and took your other boyfriend to the store... classy," Brian smiled.
"You are the worst former roommate ever. Nothing happened
there either," I said. "Although, I think the kid was flirting with me."
"You think?" Austin asked. He was always the dubious one
when it came to me and flirting. He was convinced my mission was to turn
every straight guy at Old Dominion into a cock sucker.
"He said some things that were a little suspect, but
whatever," I replied.
"Are you going to go after it?" Roberto asked.
"Probably not," I replied. "He's a freshman."
"So? Hutch's girl is a freshman," Brian called out.
"If she even goes here," said Austin. We all laughed.
"Honestly, y'all, it's not like that," I said as the
laughter died down. "I'm just being a good frat brother. I'm rushing for
the fraternity."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Brian asked.
"I hate you."
We joked around at mine and Hutch's expense for a couple
minutes until I really did need to get some food. I stood up, glad to
escape the ruckus when Roberto offered some wisdom.
"I think you should go after the freshman," he said as I
took a step towards the kitchen. "If you think he likes you. You can't
chase after an Englishman forever. Especially a straight one."
I kept walking, registering what he'd said. Maybe Roberto
was right. Maybe chasing after Pete was futile. He'd shown me his level of
interest when he face planted onto a Chi-Omega. If I kept after a guy that
had had his chance twice and didn't take it, what did that make me?
Desperate. Maybe what I needed was a mind eraser to get Britain off the
brain. Maybe this freshman was a good idea.
I got some toast, and headed back up to the great hall,
forming a plan in my mind to take Pete off of it. The guys were still
sitting around, talking about how to spend the last lazy Sunday before
classes started.
"How about fifty-five cup after the meeting? Robbie? A?" I
suggested, already putting my plan in motion.
"Fifty-five? Really?" Austin asked.
"Let's do it," I said. Roberto looked up at me.
"I'm in as long as we hit the gym first," he said.
"Austin, are you his partner?"
"As if Roberto can play without his wife," Hutch snarked.
"What about us?" Brian asked.
"You can play winner," I said, sitting back down and
completing the circle.
"Are you serious? You all are always so fucked up after one
game, there's no way."
"Mmm, sowee," I said, my mouth full of bread, butter, and
jam. "It was my idea and I already have a partner."
"You suck," Brian said.
"You swallow," I shot back. The other guys laughed, and
Brian shot me a look.
"Now this partner of yours," Hutch asked, not fazed by not
getting to play fifty-five. "Is he British or Barely Legal?"
"Now that sounds like the name of your next porno!" Austin
finished right on beat, getting a laugh out of everyone.
We hung out for most of the morning, and then filed into
the chapter room for our first house meeting. The ins and outs of the event
were completely boring until it was my turn to give the social status
report.
Before we went in, I sent a text to Lee asking what he was
doing that afternoon.
To Corbin: Just hanging out with a guy on my hall. I have
nothing planned until hall dinner.
To Lee: Mandatory?
To Corbin: Yeah, unfortunately.
To Lee: Can you go to dinner drunk?
To Corbin: Probably. Why?
To Lee: Have you ever played 55 cup beer pong?
To Corbin: No... sounds intense.
To Lee: Come to my house at 4. You're my partner. Payback J
To Corbin: You got it.
"The calendar is pretty straight forward," I said an hour
later when it was my turn to present. I listed the dates of Homecoming,
Parents Weekend, Alumni Weekend, Christmas Weekend (which I refused to
refer to as Holiday Weekend as per the university's politically correct
initiative), and formal recruitment. Baring an emergency or an approved
reason, attendance each weekend was mandatory.
"What about mixers?" President Dominic asked.
"We have Chi Beta Believe It Weekend lined up for
November."
"And who are we mixing with that weekend?"
"Chi-Omega is ready to go... as usual. The problem is,
Kappa cancelled on us," I answered. There was a chorus of mumbles. "They
said they'll mix with us next semester."
"Who the fuck do they think they are?" one sophomore said
loudly. A couple of brothers hissed at him.
I pursed my lips and turned my head. It was a matter of
fact. Chi Beta Believe It Weekend was supposed to be a shit show that
featured a pre-mixer dinner on Friday, a mixer on Friday night, a lawn
party on Saturday afternoon, and another mixer on Saturday night. A couple
years ago, it had culminated with a clam bake on Sunday with a bloody mary
bar, but I doubted we had money to bring that feature back.
And now, we were down one mixer, with the other being with
a shitty sorority that no one particularly liked very much.
"Is there anything we can do to get them to not cancel?"
Dominic asked me.
"I don't think so," I said.
"Well, work on it," he resigned. "This is your job."
"No, this is my Everest," I said under my breath. Austin
heard me and laughed.
"There is an option," I said out loud. "I've been talking
to KD about mixing and the girls are on board, but their social chair is a
little hesitant. The good news is that Emily Watts is their social chair's
best friend."
"No," Roberto said before I could even finish.
"And as we all know, Emily has a crush on Roberto."
"Absolutely not," he said.
"Come on, `Berto," I said, addressing him directly. "This
is literally our only shot."
"I'm not fucking someone just so you bitches can have a
mixer," he shouted. I saw Dominic give him a cold look, as if he really did
want Roberto to whore himself out. It was a long shot, I knew, but if
Roberto could flirt with Emily, she might be able to talk to Hannah
Allison.
"You're already friends with her," I said. "And she's
cute. Just flirt with her until they decide to book. What's the big deal?"
"Are you kidding me? You would actually have me lead on
your friend just for a mixer? You're an asshole," Roberto said, raising his
voice at me.
"No, I'm the social chair," I replied, growing slightly
heated. "And I was put here in a tight spot. We aren't riding high like we
were in the old days, folks. Like we were when we pledged. We have some
serious work to do, or else next year, our senior year, no one will be
interested in mixing with us at all."
"I'll sleep with Emily Watts," Newby, a sophomore said. I
didn't want to, but I couldn't help but smile.
"Seriously, `Berto," I said, my tone serious and
unwavering. "Think about it."
He cut me a look. That was the end of my segment.
The rest of the meeting was a bore. I looked at my
clock. It was just after three. I yawned really loud, and Dominic gave me a
short look, just as he kept talking about the new enforcement rules. I had
heard all of this shit before, in various meetings, and it was annoying as
hell.
"Have somewhere to be, Corbin?" Dominic asked. All eyes
turned to me.
"Nowhere nearly as important as this, Dom," I said
sarcastically. "Continue."
This was why I got a reputation for being a bitch at Chi
Beta. Instead of listening to Dominic finish his tirade, which I'm certain
would be detailed in an email to follow, I pulled my phone out and started
texting.
To Lee: We probably won't start at four. I'm stuck in this
stupid meeting, and I still have to go get beer.
To Corbin: No worries. Hey, can my friend Brandon hang out?
I just found out hall dinner isn't mandatory.
To Lee: For sure. I'll find him a partner.
To Corbin: Sweet. He said he doesn't have to play if the
teams are already set.
I looked at Austin, and then at Roberto. Of the two,
Roberto was the better beer pong player, but Austin was the better sport
when it came to rushing. Neither would be happy about being replaced.
A second later, I had a thought. It shot through my brain
like a missile. I didn't care what Dom was talking about, I raised my hand
really fast.
"Can we go back to something really quick," I interrupted
before he even acknowledged me. Dominic sighed.
"What?"
"The rush event rule. When does that go into effect?"
"Which one?"
"The one that we just talked about. Two or more freshman
constitutes a rush event and the house will cover half the cost. Four or
more and the house will cover the whole cost."
"I guess it goes into effect as soon as you start rushing,"
Dominic replied. I smiled.
"Perfect. Are we reimbursing? Using the house credit card?
What's the protocol?"
"Can we do this later?" Dominic asked through frustrated
clenched teeth.
"Yeah, we can. Except that I have an event set up at
four. Fifty-five cup. Oh, Roberto, by the way, a frosh is taking your spot
if that's okay. Everyone is invited to watch."
I knew that my outburst and disregard for the fraternity
meeting was amusing to some, and annoying to most, but I didn't care.
"Get what you need, bring back your receipt, and Austin
will reimburse you from petty," Dominic said definitively.
I took his sentence as a command, so I stood up, and walked
to the door of the chapter room.
"Perfect. See y'all in an hour." And with that, I made my
escape.
"Corbin," I heard Dominic call out as I closed the door
behind me, but I didn't hesitate or look back. It wasn't the first time I'd
made a Houdini escape from a chapter meeting, and as the year was shaping
up, I knew it wouldn't be the last.
I still had Hutch's keys in my pocket, so I went straight
to his Xterra outside, started it up, and drove to Walmart. As I picked up
two cases of beer and enough Solo cups to sufficiently stock a small
village for a year, I thought about what Roberto had said. Was it worth
using the frosh to get my mind off of the Brit? Were the two correlated? I
was young, unattached, and apparently attractive enough to attract them
both, so why not diversify my portfolio? Why did I need to put my eggs into
one basket when I had two available right in front of me?
And yet, nothing was certain until it was certain. The Brit
was yet to make a move, and there was a solid chance he'd never make
one. There was a frosh who'd shown interest in flirting, but maybe that was
all it was. Was I ready to be someone's first college fling? And even if I
was, did he want me to?
It was almost as if Peter knew I was thinking about him and
was determined not to give me any peace. As I walked down to the checkout
counter, I felt my phone vibrate. For a split second, after I saw his name
on my display screen, I thought about letting it roll to voicemail.
I didn't.
I answered.
"Hey," I said as cheerfully as I could.
"Hey there. What are you up to?"
"Not much," I answered.
"Campus is pretty quiet today," he replied. "Is Sunday
always this dull?"
"It's early yet," I replied. "And everyone is saving
themselves to rage tonight."
"I see," he said, his accent as strong as ever.
"Where's Adam?" I asked. I knew where Adam was. I had just
left him at the house.
"He just got home from your little meeting," he said. "He
mentioned something about a game of fifty-five cup. Beer pong?"
"Yeah," I said. I made it to the line and started unloading
my cart.
"I was wondering if maybe you needed a partner."
This was it. This was my chance. This was my opportunity to
turn the screw. He had forced me into the `hard-to-get' corner, and I was
going to stay there for as long as it took. He needed to know I wasn't
going to wait in the wings forever. And so I told him.
"I actually already have a partner," I replied. "Sorry, I
would have asked you, but I didn't think you'd be interested."
I said it as casually as I possibly could. I wasn't trying
to make him jealous by any means, but he needed to know that you don't hang
out with a guy all night, not kiss him, kiss a girl, and still expect to be
his Beirut partner. That's not how it worked.
"Oh." He sounded slightly dejected. Whatever, I thought. If
you'd made out with me last night, there would be no question about
partners.
He had made his bed, and he'd made it with only room for one.
"I guess I'll see you out then," he said.
"I mean, you can come watch the game," I said
quickly. "It'll be epic. And we're pre-gaming afterwards."
"No, I might just take a nap, or something," he said.
"Cool," I replied.
I checked out, told Pete to come over for drinks before a
band party on Greek Row that night, and I wheeled everything out to Hutch's
car. When I got back to the house, the meeting was over, and Austin was
setting up the beer pong table in the game room.
"Dom is pissed at you," he said as I hauled the cases of
beer upstairs. I set them down and immediately pulled out my phone.
"What's new?" I asked, barely paying attention. I texted
Lee to come over with his friend. I told him we were setting up and we'd
start when they got there.
"He's determined to cut your antics this year," Austin
said.
"What antics?"
"You just left a chapter meeting halfway through."
"We were done," I replied.
"Not really. And you know he has every right to fine
you. Hell, I won't be surprised if he tells Hutch to put you down as
absent."
"I wasn't absent. I was present. He was rambling, I got
bored, and I left. I had to set up a rush event, didn't I?"
"Don't bullshit me, Corb," Austin said.
"Whatever, I'm just saying... what's more important? A
stupid meeting in which everything has been decided for us by the five guys
on the EC or rushing freshmen who may or may not take over this place when
we leave?"
"Did you rehearse that on the drive back?"
"There and back actually. Why? Was it that obvious? Did I
rush the ending?" I said with a clear cut attitude. I decided to change the
subject before Austin got into bitchy treasurer mode and I had to bring him
down a peg. "Anyway, is Roberto mad that he got booted?"
"Not really. He's going to nap and rest up for tonight."
We set up the rest of the cups in silence, until both sides
had fifty-five cups in a perfect triangle, about a foot from touching in
the middle. A minute later, the freshmen showed up.
Lee was dressed down in a pair of cargo shorts and a fitted
v-neck t-shirt. He looked like a walking Gap mannequin and I didn't mind
one bit. His friend, Brandon, was equally as tall, almost as cute, and so
slender, I was sure you could break him in half.
"This is Brandon," Lee introduced. "He's on my hall."
"Cool," I introduced myself. "I'm Corbin Crowley, this is
Austin Whitacker. You're gonna be his partner."
"Awesome," Brandon said in a deep baritone voice. The voice
definitely didn't match the build, but it didn't matter. My eye was on the
guy closest to me.
"How do we do this?" Lee asked, standing next to me. I
pulled out the case and handed him an ice cold Natural Light.
"We pour our beer in. One can for every five cups. And then
we pick one cup to put a full can into. Normal rules, except no bouncing
until we're down to twenty-one cups. You get reracks at thirty-five,
twenty-one, and ten. Everything is normal after that."
"Cool. Who goes first?" Lee asked as we finished pouring
the beers. The stage was set. The game was ready. And so was I.
"I think we'll let y'all go first," Austin said
condescendingly. "Give you a chance to feel ahead." I gave Lee a let's do
this look, grabbed a ball from the water cup, and sank it halfway through
the other team's monstrosity of a triangle.
The playing beer pong came easy. The flirting came even
easier. Once my muscles started to loosen, the flirting came naturally. It
always did; in fact, most of the time I hardly even realized I was doing
it. This afternoon, however, I was acutely aware of what I was doing, and I
was greatly aware of how it was affecting the frosh.
I stood close to him as he shot the ball. Every time I
walked behind him, I touched the small of his back, and made eye
contact. He'd smile at me, and I'd smile back. Occasionally, when I knew
his friend from across the table wasn't looking, I'd bite my lip. At one
point, when we were down four cups, I reached across my body and patted his
stomach as he finished a cup of beer.
"Come on, buddy," I encouraged. "We can do this." He
brought the cup down and smiled at me. I let my hand linger on his abs for
a second longer.
It got interesting around the second rerack, at
twenty-one. We had caught up, and while they still had twenty-three cups to
go, we sank one, and got the all-important rerack.
"Sweet!" Lee shouted, louder than he had been forty-five
minutes earlier. "Good shot!"
He reached over and pulled me into a side hug, clutching my
far shoulder and drawing me in. I looked up at him, and he smiled down at
me. I pulled myself in a little closer, and our hips touched. I waited for
him to react. I waited for him to move. He didn't. He didn't even
flinch. Instead, he clutched my shoulder even harder. I looked up again,
and he gave me a very knowing glance.
I let out a fake cough.
"Alright, killer," I said to him. "Let's do this."
The meaning was all over the place, and I knew he got it. I
had to give him credit; as flirtatious as I was, he was that much more
receptive. It was almost like he didn't care that we were all over each
other in front of his new friend. He encouraged it, and so I kept it going.
At one point, while I was shooting our eleventh cup, one
away from another rerack, I stood directly in front of him. The other side
couldn't see, and wouldn't have cared even if they could see... those guys
were down by six and their prospects of winning were fading. I pushed my
ass out and made contact with his pelvis. I looked behind me, gave him a
slutty glance, and he smiled.
"Give me space," I complained.
"Are you sure you want me to?" he whispered. I pushed back
even further and held my stance. I made the next cup.
From then on, the game eased into a seamless victory.
"I have to pee so bad," Brandon said from across the table,
nursing the beers he had left over to drink.
"Me too," Lee answered. The two freshmen exited the room,
leaving Austin and I alone for a couple of minutes.
"So you're taking Roberto's advice, are you?" he asked as I
stacked cups on my side of the table. We'd beat them by three after they
made a valiant run during rebuttal.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh come on. You've been all over that kid, I wouldn't be
surprised if he'd already jizzed in his pants."
"That's disgusting," I scolded. To be honest, I hadn't
thought about it much. I was just having fun. But I suppose, my body was
having fun because it was telling me that there was no use waiting around
for Pete. If the opportunity presented itself to relieve the pressure he'd
helped build up, then I'd take it.
"You're disgusting. And completely obvious."
"Look, I'm just trying to cleanse the Brit off my palette
and move on. Is that a crime?"
"No," Austin replied. "But be careful. You know how easy it
is for freshman to get an impression."
I turned my head. "I like the guy," I said. Austin gave me
a glare. "I do."
"I don't doubt that you like him now. But will you when the
Brit changes his mind?"
"If he changes his mind," I replied. "And I'm not gonna sit
around and not do anything with anyone waiting for that distinction."
A second later, Lee and Brandon walked back into the room,
laughing. I was sort of upset by Austin's accusation, but I was determined
not to let it bother me. Just that morning, he'd sat there and listened to
Roberto tell me to erase Pete from my memory, and if it took Lee to do
that, then so be it. I told myself again that I wasn't flirting with Lee to
make Pete jealous. That would have required Pete to be there.
"What's the plan now?" Lee asked. It was almost six
o'clock, and we should have been preparing for dinner. My stomach was so
full of beer, though, that I couldn't even fathom eating for at least a few
hours.
"We're just gonna hang around and drink some more until we
go out tonight. Maybe order a pizza later," I said.
"Cool," Lee replied, clearly on bored for that. "I heard
y'all have the best lawn on campus."
Our house was situated away from Greek Row, so instead of
staring directly into another frat house, our front door opened into an
expansive lawn, that was perfect for frat volleyball, slip and slide, and
day parties.
"We do," I answered with pride.
"Wanna hang out, Brand?" Lee asked.
"No man," he said quickly. Almost too quickly. "I've gotta
finish unpacking before all the orientation sessions tomorrow."
Lee didn't put up a single fight with his friend. Instead,
he nodded, said he'd see him later, and watched Brandon take off, with four
beers I'd given him for the road. It was almost like the two had discussed
it before. Lee would stay. Brandon would go.
"Wanna see the lawn?" I asked Lee as I finished stacking
cups that we'd eventually rinse and reuse. Austin had been quietly cleaning
his side the whole time.
"Give me a tour of the house," Lee answered. I shot Austin
a look. Then I looked at Lee and smiled.
"For sure," I said. We stepped into the hallway and down
towards the stairs. "We'll start downstairs." I let Lee walk in front of
me, and as he went down the first step, I put my hand on his back and led
him down.
"Are you interested in seeing any part of the house in
particular?"
"Your bedroom," he answered without hesitation. I stopped
walking down the stairs.
"It's this way," I made an about-face, and walked back up,
down the hall, and into number 23 without once turning around. When Lee and
I were both in my room, I reached around him and locked the door.
"What do you think?" I asked, turning to face him.
"It's a nice room," he said, locking eyes with me. We stood
about a foot apart for a couple seconds. The room was silent. I could
almost hear Lee breathing slowly. I watched him swallow, his Adam's apple
bouncing in his throat. I swallowed as well, wondering what my next move
should be.
I took a step towards him, into him almost, and
instinctively put my hand on his hip. I drew him in. Another step and
another swallow.
"Wanna see the couch?" I asked slowly, raising my head
slightly to be even with his. Two feet apart became less than one. "Or the
bed?"
A second later, Lee's lips connected with mine. My first
kiss junior year wasn't with a British exchange student that I hadn't been
able to stop thinking about since I laid eyes on him. It was with a
freshman. An impressionable, and yet very sexy, freshman. A guy that
couldn't get enough of me.
And after that kiss, the feeling was mutual.
I pushed Lee backwards, around my couch, and onto my
bed. He sat down, resting on his hands, his legs spread. I could clearly
make out a bulge in his cargo shorts, and I suddenly wanted his cock deep
in my mouth at any cost. I turned around and walked to the window, careful
to maintain graceful, sexy strides when all my body wanted to do was
drunkenly stumble over. I pulled the blinds, casting a dark shadow over the
room. I turned and gave Lee a wicked smile.
I want to believe that what happened next was graceful and
poised, when in all actuality it was probably sloppy and ridiculous.
I slipped down to my knees and slowly crawled between Lee's
legs. I pushed my hands up his thigh, and immediately went for the lump
that sat next to his right pocket. I felt his entire body jolt upwards when
I clutched his dick through his khaki colored shorts. It was already
hard. Really hard. And from where I knelt, it was a total handful.
I looked up at Lee and smiled.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I squeezed his dick through his
shorts, and it pulsed in my hands.
"Oh yeah," he breathed. I relaxed, fully aware at that
point that we both wanted what was about to happen. I lowered myself onto
my legs, used both hands to fish around Lee's crotch, and a second later, I
pulled his cock out of his shorts.
It glistened in the dimness of the room. I could tell there
was already precum on the tip. I ran my right hand up his shirt, feeling
his smooth body. As I made my way up his chest, I licked the tip of his
dick, tasting the sweet and saltiness of his precum.
I could tell right away that I would enjoy sucking this
guy's dick. It was one of those dicks that got impossibly hard, stood
straight up, and reacted to every move you made. I undid his pants and
lowered them, revealing that in addition to having a smooth stomach and
chest, Lee also trimmed his package and legs. I smiled up at him again. He
nodded at me, probably wondering why I was taking so long to get on his
cock.
I leaned down, put his dick in my mouth, and sucked all the
way down to the base. It was incredible, feeling Lee writhe below my
touch. He arched his back, knocked his dick deep into my throat, and a
second later, shot spurts of cum through my mouth and down into my stomach.
The total time, from touch to finish, was less than five
minutes. Had Lee not been so beautiful naked, and had his cum not tasted so
clean and sweet, I might have been disappointed. Also, had he not stayed
impossibly hard, I might have given up on this five-minute freshman.
But he did, and so I didn't.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't warn you."
"It's okay," I replied, getting off my knees and climbing
up to my bed. "It was good."
"Yeah? You sure?"
"Of course," I said.
"It was really quick," he answered. "I'm sorry."
"No worries," I smiled.
"I've been wanting that to happen since yesterday," he
said. I took my spot lying next to him, lightly fondling his chest and
rubbing just above his dick. His breathing was still heavy but definitely
tempered.
"It looks like you could go again," I whispered. He
nodded. I leaned in further and kissed him. He hesitated to open his mouth
to mine, probably because he could smell his semen on my
breath. Eventually, he let his mouth open and slipped his tongue around
mine. As soon as he tasted the remnants of himself on my breath, he dove in
and kissed me harder. A second later, he climbed on top of me.
I was still in my clothes, and Lee was still in his
shirt. I felt him rub his hard dick over my jeans, probably trying to
assess how hard I was underneath. Hard was the answer. Very, very hard. As
brief as that blow job had been, there was something about Lee that I was
discovering drove me absolutely crazy. Maybe it was his youthful
exuberance. Maybe it was his sheer appreciation for everything I was
doing. Maybe it was the smooth skin, hard stomach, and firm lines that
formed his body. Or maybe he was just a damn good kisser.
As we kissed, I wondered how many times Lee had done what
we were doing. He kissed like a guy that was used to kissing girls. He put
in most of the effort, forcing his tongue down my throat, feeling for
objects around my body, grinding his dick across mine.
I felt him go down for my belt line with his hands, not
once letting go of my tongue once he had it. I helped him out, and a second
later, crawled out of my own jeans. A second after that, Lee licked down my
neck, skipped my torso, and made his way to my equally manscaped cock. He
hovered over my dick in hesitation for a second. He looked up at me, as if
he were asking for permission. I smiled, nodded slowly, and as he descended
onto my cock, I leaned my head back in pleasure.
The blow job itself was a little jolty. His movements were
calculated, as if he'd read up on how to make me enjoy it. It was good,
don't get me wrong. His mouth was warm, wet, and eager. What it lacked in
smoothness and fluidity, he made up for in sheer enthusiasm. He pumped my
dick hard and fast, licking the precum off the tip every few seconds. In
intervals, he'd lower his whole mouth over my dick and suck in slowly, then
he'd return to the fast and furious pumping.
I aided him along by making eye contact. I was a sexual
sucker for eye contact. There was nothing that could make me cum faster
than a good, old fashioned, stare down. I smiled down at him, encouraging
him to keep going. To rev him up even more, I used my foot and leg to
slowly rub against his hard cock. He repositioned himself between my legs
so that while he sucked me off and rubbed me out, I could foot him off.
It didn't last long, mostly because I didn't want it to. I
could have gone for a while with this guy, but I sensed his urgency,
especially once my foot was covered in his precum. He was ready to shoot
again, and I guessed so was I.
"Ready?" I asked, panting just a little. "Ready for me to
cum?"
"Yeah," he panted, breathing harder than I was. "Yeah, I
am."
"Where do you want it?" I asked. He pumped my cock even
harder, but didn't answer. Instead, he hovered over my dick, watching it
like an inspector. I looked at him, turned on by how turned on he was, and
a second later, I let my load fly. The majority of it ended up on my
stomach. A little ended up on his face, and the rest ended up on his own
chest and shirt.
"Wow," he said, standing up, and wiping his face with the
bottom of his shirt. "That was a lot."
He simultaneously gasped and smiled at me. I sat up and
pulled my jeans and boxers up. I pulled my shirt off and wiped the rest of
my cum off my body and tossed the cloth into the corner.
"Yeah, for sure," I said. It was always hard for me to
temper my emotions after a particularly heavy cum. Most of me was tired,
but part of me wanted the other person to know I appreciated their hard
work. A year ago, I wouldn't even have entertained the idea of Lee hanging
around after we both came, but he made no signs of being ready to leave,
and I kind of liked having him around.
"I um... can I borrow a shirt?"
"Yeah, of course," I said. I rummaged through one of my
drawers, and pulled out a red and white baseball t-shirt I'd had since high
school. It said Colleyville High in small letters on the right arm. I
handed it to him with a smile. I watched him get undressed and into my
shirt, which fit him snug.
"Okay, what sport did you play?"
"What do you mean?" he laughed.
"Your body is... wow," I said, unable to quite believe that
a guy who was barely eighteen was that tightly built. He wasn't big by any
means, but it was almost as if his entire body had been wrapped in metal. I
felt self-conscience, paunchy, and bloated in comparison.
He laughed meekly and sat down next to me. A small wet spot
separated us.
"I swam in high school," he said proudly. It all made
perfect sense after that. I stood up and walked to my mini-fridge.
"Drink?" I asked. I pulled out a bottle of vodka and the
only mixer I had in the room... Crystal Light.
"Are you going to swim for the Founders?" I asked.
"Probably not," he said. I asked him why not. "It's a
different beast up here. In New Orleans, where I went, I could win a race
after smoking two bowls and barely stretching. Here, you know... it's
different."
Effort is involved, I wanted to say. He couldn't have been
that motivationally deficient. The kid was ripped. And for the time being,
he was mine.
We sat around and talked for a while, about nothing
important, but it felt good to be in good company. At one point, he
mentioned how much fun it'd be to get high and do what we just did.
"Did you mess around with guys a lot?" I asked at some
point, two vodka cocktails later. We'd moved from the bed to the couch, and
were nursing our drinks while we looked at each other.
"Not really," he said. "I kind of kept it hidden in high
school. I had one buddy who we messed around this summer. I guess that's
the most of it."
There was something he wasn't saying, and I could tell.
"Messed around, how?" I asked.
He looked at me like he didn't quite want to answer.
"You know," he said. I cocked my head to the side. "We
fucked each other."
"Oh?" I replied. I scooted in just a little, reaching for
my drink, and grazing past his arm. "Did you like it?"
"It was okay, I guess. Not my favorite thing to do. But we
mostly just gave each other head, and made out."
I felt almost as if he was drawing the line at what he and
I would do and wouldn't do. I was okay with that. I was okay with pretty
much any and of all of it. If he wanted to make hooking up a regular thing,
I was fine with that. If he never wanted me to touch him again... well I
doubted he'd never want me to touch him again.
But he'd served his purpose, and for that I was grateful. I
had successfully gone all afternoon without thinking about someone I hadn't
been able to stop thinking about for forty-eight hours.
And as soon as I let Pete into my mind, my phone rang. It
was almost like he had a cerebral tracker on me. He wouldn't let me go. And
because of that, I couldn't let go of him.
And just like that, I felt low. It was like what was meant
to eradicate my feelings for Pete had really only intensified them. Hooking
up with Lee made me aware of Pete in a way I hadn't before... ever
really. I was annoyed. I forced myself to push the Brit to the back of my
mind and focus on what was sitting right next to me.
"Who's Pete?" Lee asked, picking my phone up and handing it
to me.
"No one," I replied quickly. I let it roll to voice mail,
and then noticed that it was well past seven. My brothers and I had
organized a pre-game in Hutch's room for eight o'clock and I knew they'd be
coming around to see where I was any second.
"We should get a move on," I said quickly.
"For what?"
"There's a pre-game here in a little bit," I
replied. "Let's get food. Unless you want to go home and change."
"No, I'm good." He ran his hands over my shirt and beamed
at me. I was in no condition to drive, and so I did the only thing I could
think of.
"Hey, Hutch," I asked after knocking next door and letting
myself in. "Do you wanna get food?"
"No," he replied. He was reading something out of a dull
looking brown book. It was probably some English major bullshit classic
that only served to highlight one's pretention. "Take my car."
"I can't drive," I said, leaning against his door post.
"People are coming over in like twenty minutes," he
said. "I can't take you. Ask Austin."
"Austin is annoyed with me," I said. "Please. I just wanna
go to Wendy's. It'll take ten minutes, max." I finished with the magic
words to any frat star. "I'm with a freshman."
He sat up, pulled his reading glasses off and gave me a
death stare. He looked at me as if he knew. I knew he knew, and at that
point, he knew that I knew that he knew. Two minutes later, the three of us
piled into his car and drove through Clifton Hill to Wendy's.
By the time we got back, everyone was lounging around the
halls upstairs, waiting for our invited guests to show up.
"Who's even coming to this shindig?" I asked Hutch.
"I dunno," he said, sounding defeated. Lee and I followed
him into his room. We ate while he changed. "I invited Sacha and her
friends. I guess that includes Amanda. That freshman girl from yesterday
said she'd come by. I think some of Adam's friends are coming. I know that
Jackson invited the Sig Eps, so... I don't know."
I'm sure I was supposed to have invited someone to this
little thing, but in all honesty, I'd been some level of buzzed the entire
time I'd been on campus and clearly preoccupied.
"Do you have any friends that want to come drink?" I asked
Lee with a full mouth.
"Brandon, I guess," he answered.
"Text him," I said. "Tell him to bring people."
I looked at Hutch.
"What an effective rusher you've turned out to be." I shot
him a look. Rule one of rush was to never talk about rush, allude to rush,
or mention rush in any way in front of someone you were rushing. A flash of
annoyance passed over me, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Once
you've slept with a rushee, I guess the rules kind of changed.
Roberto came in as we were finishing up our burgers and
fries, all while watching Hutch transform his bedroom into a party
destination. He set up bar in the corner of the room, moved his rug and
guitar out of the way, and set his air conditioning unit to high. He picked
up what clutter had managed to accumulate in the short time since he'd
moved back in.
"Hey, mi maricón," Roberto said to me. "Hi..."
"Lee," he introduced.
"I'm Roberto. I was supposed to play fifty-five with you
all today, but this bastard kicked me off the team." He sat down next to me
on Hutch's leather couch.
"It was fun," Lee answered.
"I can tell," `Berto replied, looking from me to Lee and
assessing how drunk we'd managed to get, and stay, since four
o'clock. "Isn't that your shirt?"
I shot him a glare. And with that, my second pledge brother
knew I'd slept with a freshman potential new member on the second day of
school.
"No," I lied simply.
"Really? Lee, you went to Colleyville High, too?"
I was saved by Austin coming in and breaking up the
conversation.
"Lee, how're you feeling, buddy?" Austin asked, clearly
still a little drunk himself.
"Good," Lee replied, matching everyone else's energy even
though we'd been up and at it all day. "We've kept the ball rolling."
"I'm sure you have," Hutch mumbled indiscreetly. I shot him
a look quickly and did my best not to react. I stole a glance at Lee and I
was glad to see he didn't react at all either. Brian meandered in casually
a minute later, and the room was set to begin receiving guests.
First to arrive, simultaneously, were Brian's girlfriend
Cat and the girl that Hutch had slept with the night before, an indication
if nothing else that Hutch's girl was being noticed by Chi-Omega. Whether
it was a good notice, or a bad notice, was yet to be seen.
"Hey, Cat," I said charmingly when she walked in. I offered
up my seat.
"How was your summer?" We caught up for a second before she
sat down and Brian brought her and Hayley vodka tonic.
"And it's Haley, right?" I asked the younger girl.
"Yeah," she replied. I shook her hand. "I think I saw you
this morning."
I raised an eyebrow. "Did you? From my vantage point, you
were fast asleep."
"Alright, then," Hutch interrupted loudly. "Who wants to
play King's Cup?"
I shot him a look, Haley shot him a look, and Lee looked
around like he had no idea what was happening. We pulled a deck of cards
out of Hutch's drawer and set up a game of King's Cup. An assortment of
people I knew and didn't know trickled into the room and joined the
game. First up were Sacha and her gaggle of loud friends. The fearless
foursome, who could be found around Chi Beta on at least three of the seven
nights of the week, were somewhat affectionately known as Beta
Blockers. They could be counted on to entertain frosh, get embarrassingly
drunk off our alcohol, and sleep with any of the brothers that were feeling
low enough to go there—they were also experts at cock blocking other
girls from coming in. Since our dip in social standing, the cornerstone of
Pi Beta Phi's rush was also the cornerstone of our own. As social chair,
knowing what I had to work with for the year made me slightly sad.
A while after the girls showed up, Brandon walked in with
another freshman guy. The frosh were immediately doted upon by dutiful
brothers and girls eager to see some fresh meat. A few of our upperclassmen
came in behind them, and after about an hour of socializing, the music was
turned up, the table was pushed aside, and the shot glasses were pulled
out.
I can't lie and say I didn't have one eye on the door. I
played my part, entertaining the crowd, telling stories of my first two
ridiculous years on campus, and encouraging those around me to reach my
level of drunk, all the while hanging close to Lee and keeping him
company. But I always had one eye on the door to see who else, especially
him, would walk in.
When Adam showed up with only ex Chi Beta social chair
Jackson Pruitt in tow, I figured my frost over England had been
successful. I didn't see Pete showing up alone, and he never called me
again, so when he didn't come in with Adam, I loosened up and focused on
the guy that was there.
"Want another shot?" I asked Lee, leaning in close to
whisper directly to him.
"Hell yeah," he answered loudly. We got up and made our way
to the corner bar. Just as I was pouring a shot for myself, Lee, Brandon
and the guy he'd come with, I turned to see Hutch's door open. Amanda crept
in with a tall, pale, beautiful stallion behind her.
"Hey!" I heard her shout, greeting some of her sisters as
she entered the room. I could tell that her and Pete had been drinking for
quite a while, as both of them stumbled into the room with a wave of
inebriated energy.
"Corb," someone said. I turned.
"Huh?"
"Ready?" I was knocked back into my current reality. I
picked up the shot glass, cheersed with Lee, and downed another glass of
vodka. And with that, my concentration was completely shot. The room, which
had been lively, fast, and loud, was suddenly blurred. Everything was
different. He was here.
"Hey, there, asshole," Amanda said when she'd made her way
to the corner. She pushed passed me and grabbed for a bottle of Hutch's
vodka.
"Asshole?" I asked, watching her top off the cup she'd come
in the room with. "What's with that?"
"I called you, and I texted you."
"No way," I replied. I pulled out my phone. "I've got
nothing."
I clicked open my phone and saw that I did have three
missed calls and a couple of unread texts. I hadn't consulted my phone
since Pete had called and I'd put it on silent.
"Mmmhmm," Amanda said, pursing her lips, and giving me
serious attitude. "It's okay. Pete and I played drunk Wii. It was all
good."
"Wii!" Pete shouted behind Amanda. It was his turn with the
liquor bottle, although, I was sure that neither of them needed it. "Have
you played Wii Tennis?"
"I have," I answered, grabbing the bottle from him and
pouring my own fresh cocktail.
"You should have played. I would have knocked you," he
said.
"I'm sure that would have been... thrilling," I said, my
voice tapering between sarcastic and flat out bitchy. I was instantly taken
back. All of my hard work I'd put in to the forgetting process was slipping
away, and so was any attraction to the Frosh. I noticed him posted up
behind me, talking to his friends Brandon and David Marcossi, and keeping
an eye on me.
"You should have, but you were too busy ditching your
friends," he said with a hint of a smile and a glare.
"Who said we were friends now?"
"Who said I was talking about me?"
"So... When did you start caring how I treated others?" I
asked; my voice grew lower and my eyes locked in on his.
"I guess what I've heard about you is true, then..." he
trailed off, holding my gaze for just a second. And then he walked off as I
watched.
"Is everything cool?" Lee asked as my gaze followed the
Brit across the room. I barely heard him.
"Yeah," I said as I trailed off and walked towards Pete.
"What do you mean what you've heard about me?" I asked,
louder than I'd intended.
"Nothing, Corbin Crowley," he said, emphasizing my
name. "It was a dig. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Are you sure?" I was suspicious. He had spent all
afternoon with Amanda, after all, and if anyone knew dirt on me, it was
her. And she could always be counted on to tell the truth.
"I'm positive," he said definitively. "Now go back to
hanging out with your freshman. He looks like he misses you."
That cut me deeper than I'd expected it to. What had Amanda
told him? What did he know? And was he actually trying to reverse my icing
tactic back on me? I stood there for a second, unsure of how to proceed. I
guess he was right. I was there with the Frosh; I should go back to the
Frosh. And I did, but not before issuing one last dig of my own.
"He's not the only one," I whispered right into Pete's
ear. I patted him on the small of his back, turned and walked back to where
Lee, Brandon, and David were pouring another ill-advised shot. I didn't
look behind me, but I was fairly certain of what I would have seen had I
turned. Pete would have been gazing towards me, watching me have the most
fun in the world with a guy that was super cute. Pete would have been
looking on, wondering if I really liked this freshman, picking up on any
clue as to how far we'd gotten and how far we'd go.
Just like I thought I was in control of my emotions, I'm
sure Pete thought the same about his. I'm sure he'd come by thinking he
could swoop in and show me he didn't need me in order to have a good time.
But the thing about emotions is that they hardly ever work the way you plan
or intend. And when people say that they can get the better of you, I was
beginning to see what they meant.
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